In the underground labyrinths of New York City's subway system, beneath the third rail of a long forgotten line, Saul Williams discovered scrolls of aged yellowish-brown paper rolled tightly into a can of spray paint. His quest to decipher this mystical ancient text resulted in a primal... read more
“I'm falling up flights of stairs. Scraping myself from the sidewalk. Jumping from rivers to bridges. Drowning in pure air.”
“The fiery sun of my passions evaporates the love lakes of my soul, clouds my thoughts and rains you into existence. As I take flights on bolts of lightning. Claiming chaos as my concubine and you as my me. I of the storm. You of the sea. We of the moon. Land of the free. What have I done to deserve this? Am I happy?”
“How could you not Realize the power of word After being forced To serve a sentence?”
Dance. Even when your feet hurt. Dance like the fires of hell are upon you and you’re dodging every flame.Highlighted by 4 Kindle customers
You can’t learn my steps until you unlearn your thoughts.Highlighted by 3 Kindle customers
My attention spans galaxies.Highlighted by 3 Kindle customers
in the words of Victor Hugo, “There is nothing more powerful than an idea whose time has come.”Highlighted by 3 Kindle customers
The future’s mistress is history’s whore.Highlighted by 3 Kindle customers
And maybe you should have before your bullshit manifested.Highlighted by 3 Kindle customers
Hip-hop is lying on the side of the road half dead to itself. Blood scrawled over its mangled flesh like jazz.Highlighted by 3 Kindle customers
Here it is! The contents of a balled-up fist. All the density of matter could never add up to this. Here’s the secret of the energy transferred by a kiss. Yes, the secret of eternity, the secret of bliss.Highlighted by 3 Kindle customers
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